Jun 07, 2007 20:14
It is fortunate that I and my other recent hire coworkers got today and tomorrow off of work to go to a training instead. They can't afford to give us over time, so we get trained and we don't have to look at the shits that slithered from their mothers some odd years ago and have thus suddenly become by problem for five hours of my week day.
The training was fun I thought, though I may have been bias on account of my delirium that was casued by drinking four cups of coffee on an empty stomach. You all know I am not a morning person. My other coworkers were, for the most part bord, but hey, now we at BGCP can now do pool table tricks to dazzle the hord of imps.
The high light of my day, was a game in which I was elected by my team mates who were all from my clubhouse, my boss Berenice included, to do a relay that would eventually require me to stuff a bananna down my throat like the cock sucker I am. I told my boss I have this one, I'm used to situations like this. She nudged me in the shoulder. At least I didn't say "Never fear, I'm a cock loving queer", or "I just don't know Berenice, it kinda curves", or "Goddess I hope my gag reflex is gone by now,". Cause You all know I was thinking all three.
I nearly chocked on it, shoving all of it in my mouth and swallowing only partly chewed chunks and I still lost, to another guy. Perhaps, I should ask him for a date.